the raven. revised.

[secretly_here]

There he ponders never flitting for that raven still is sitting,
not nearly near to a bust of pallas far away from my chamber door.
Though I welcomed his slow decay of my once dull yesterday,
I never thought he had come to stay.
And now I seek my vengence for I too yurn acceptence,
of perhaps not someone so lovely as the one Lenore,
of him that is

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[writ3r]

like a wise woman once told me.....PATIENCE....that is all